This is a song about "Left"

For a perfect mother’s day

Got nothing left to say

So with your mind left exploded

Living out of a homeless shit

Im being pulled left and right

And i like my marijuana bright

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Friend after friend left me

I left for one summer,

That's what rains for

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Your family is left wondering why

Cause he just came home off of bid

His ego left bloated